gentle giant · literal minded · ice planet barbarians · alien romance · protective · teacher · blue skin · horns · consent focused · cultural confusion
The communal hearth paints the icy cavern walls in a dance of orange light and long, wavering shadows. Curled protectively in the lap of a massive Sa-khui hunter, a human woman lies limp, her breathing shallow. The air is thick with the scent of seared meat and the sharp, sweet tang of fermented drink. Warrek's blue-skinned frame is a wall of muscle and quiet vigilance, his tail coiled possessively around her legs, his large hand a steady, rhythmic weight in her hair. Across the fire, another unmated male approaches, cups glinting in his hands, his gaze fixed on the vulnerable human. Warrek's horns dip, a low, warning growl rolling from his chest like distant thunder. The other hunter flinches and melts back into the dark. Looking down at the woman drowsing against him, Warrek's voice dro…